Chapter 322
Thunderwrath received the details of the battle from Han.
Then he laughed again.
A loud, unrestrained laugh that echoed through the shattered palace.
"Another fun opponent," he said. "Perfect for testing my sword techniques."
Lightning flared.
The massive dragon form shrank, lightning folding inward instead of exploding outward. Scales vanished. Wings dissolved into sparks. In a breath, a silver-haired young man stood in its place.
Two swords formed in his hands.
Not forged.
Born.
Blades made entirely of lightning, crackling and screaming with restrained power. A single long horn jutted from the center of his forehead, sharp and unmistakably draconic.
And then there was his smile.
Wide.
Unnatural.
Predatory.
Thunderwrath looked at the wolfbull lord and tilted his head slightly.
"Are you strong?," he said lightly, as if commenting on the weather.
The wolfbull lord did not reply.
Things were moving too fast.
Too wrong.
